(The true title is, of course “Putting the fuck into Fuck VDay”; I’ve replaced occurrences of fuck by obscenicons for citation purposes. But the posting is indeed heavily (though not entirely) about men fucking men, so it’s not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)
The story began yesterday (2/7), with mailings for four different sites, all with the Fuck Vday Sale ad image:
(#1)
Twink Top (role reversal, with twinks as tops), Fun Size Boys (“featuring little guys taken sexually by really big guys”), Growl Boys (“anthropomorphic gay furry fantasy stories of werewolves and mythological creatures”), Gaycest (dad/son sex), Boy For Sale (slave boys).
(The Twink Top and Fun Size Boys sites are treated in my 8/10/20 posting “The pleasures of role reversal”.)
More on these sites below, except to note that they are very much about fucking (and that turns out to be relevant).
The question is how Fuck Vday is to be understood in the ad slogan. Is it an instance of what I’ve called the expletive predicate fuck (James D. McCawley’s quasi-verb fuck), which has no sexual content? In my 12/27/17 posting “Expletive syntax: I will marry the crap out of you, Sean Spencer”, I note that expletive predicate fuck is one of the
idiomatic uses of specific expletives to curse, deprecate, or dismiss things, as in:
Fuck this proposal! To/The hell with them! Shit on the whole business!
Expletive predicate fuck occurs commonly in the dismissive Fuck VDay! and Fuck Valentine’s Day! (disavowing any interest in celebrating the holiday) — examples below.
Or is the ad slogan Fuck Vday to be understood as announcing Valentine’s Day as a celebration of fucking — in which case the slogan would seem to be a compound noun with Vday as head and Fuck as a noun (denoting a fuck or fucks) or a verb (denoting fucking), so that the interpretation would be either ‘Valentine’s Day for a fuck or fucks’ or ‘Valentine’s Day for people to fuck on’ (the distinction is subtle), parallel to something like Fuck Weekend (The members of Sigma Epsilon Xi always looked forward to Fuck Weekend).
Since the ad slogan appears to be both intensely sexual — it’s all about the fucking — and celebratory (rather than dismissive or deprecatory), I incline to the compound noun interpretation.
Carnal Media. The four sites listed above in connection with #1 are all Carnal Media sites (the company has a number of niche gay porn websites,all run as subscription services that offer an inventory of videos the subscriber can view), including also Scout Boys, Raw Fuck Boys, Jason Sparks Live, Dirty Boy Society, and Jock Pussy.
Similarly, from my 9/20/20 posting “The penis-anus nexus”:
Say Uncle is a subsite in the Lucas family of gay porn sites. It embraces a number of “premium” series, mostly involving men in relationships of unequal power [also many taboo-breaking relationships]:
Family Dick (in step families); Missionary Boys; Brother Crush (step brothers); Yes Father (church leaders); Latin Leche (Latin boys doing g4p); Young Perps (loss prevention officers and male shoplifters); Black Godz (powerful gay black men and their male subs); Dad Creep (stepdad/stepson); Stay Home Bro (bros quarantined together)
And in my 1/27/19 posting “Two specialist porn companies”, what appears to be an independent operation, Peter Fever: “featuring quality videos of muscular Asian men jocks and twinks”. (The other specialist company in that posting is Growl Boys.)
All of these sites are focused on fucking, with a variety of emotional tones. Something of a surprise, from the Jason Sparks Live site at Carnal Media, is this still showing JJ Knight & Jack Hunter from the video BAREBACK in Birmingham:
(#2)
The two men smile a lot; in this photo, they’re two nice guys, sporting welcoming half-smiles, who happen to be fucking, bareback, in the woods on a beautiful day (the Loving Buddies facial expression); as they get into fucking, their facial expressions go into Man at Work, aka Workman / Craftsman — see the Page on this blog on facial expressions in mansex.
Fuck Valentine’s Day!, with the expletive predicate fuck. So much for the sex. Now to the Strong Language (A Sweary Blog About Swearing) site, “Fuck Valentine’s Day!” by Nancy Friedman on 2/5/15:
Hearts, flowers, chocolate, candlelight, blah, blah, whatever. For some of us, February 14 is just a date on the calendar with the name of some obscure saint inexplicably attached to it, and “St. Valentine’s Day” is properly followed by only one word: “massacre.” Good news, though — thanks to the increasingly robust Fuck Valentine’s Day movement, we can spend our money just as recklessly as the roses-and-diamonds crowd. Fuck, yeah!
— with an entertaining collection of graphic resources, among them:
(#3) An apostrophe-free tank top from Skreened, $17.99
(#4) The classic “Keep Calm” poster “Available as a poster, mug, mouse mat, decal, and much more at The Keep Calm-o-Matic.”
Every year, an emotionally difficult time of the year: Ann Daingerfield Zwicky’s death day is 1/17 (this year a Sunday, today), and my man Jacques Transue’s birthday is 1/22 (a Friday this year). When Ann died, in January 1985, it was in fact extraordinarily cold and bleak in Columbus OH; and then of course Jacques’s birthday was pretty much swallowed up by the aftermaths of Ann’s death (including a memorial service at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, on the Ohio State campus).
This year, I’m in Palo Alto CA, where midwinter is normally wet and cool (though not truly cold), but also green and graced by many winter-blooming flowers. In fact, this year it’s unseasonably dry and what counts as warm for winter here (high temperatures near 70 F., at least for a while), so the edge has been somewhat taken off my midwinter funk over my lost loves.
Into the midst of this have come some touching photos of J in his later years, as he was sliding towards death (which finally came in 2003) — a contrast to the photos of him that I’ve been posting here recently, photos of a strong, vital, handsome younger J.
In the 9/21 issue of the New Yorker, this Lila Ash cartoon “Evolution of Man”:
(#1) New Yorker description of the cartoon: The evolution of man from a fish to a human throwing their phone in the water, and swimming in to retrieve it.
Yet another variation on the Ascent of Man theme; there have been so many of these on this blog that there’s a Page cataloguing them, here.
… with vivid pops of genital color in their underwear, plus waistbands that celebrate peace and freedom, also exhibiting sharply differentiated roles in their relationship. Lots of stuff packed into just one Daily Jocks ad (for the Modus Vivendi Peace line of underwear) from 7/15. There will be plain talk about men’s bodies and mansex, so this posting is not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.
(Nothing elevating here at all. Men’s bodies and mansex, not suitable for kids or the sexually modest.)
From the Falcon gay porn studios this morning, some underwear, with a caption of my own devising:
(#1)
(Consider the title: not for kids or the sexually modest.)
(#1) Josh Rider and his baking pan; his half-hard dick has been cropped for WordPress modesty, but can be viewed in my AZBlogX posting today, “Josh Rider bakes raw”
(Men’s bodies and mansex, in very plain language, so not for kids or the sexually modest. There will be a surprise detour into literary analysis.)
You can get anything you want at Alex’s Locker Room, including Alex. As depicted on the front cover of the DVD for Falcon Studio’s gay porn flick Tales From the Locker Room (2020):
(#1) Four heavy cruise faces, which is what caught my eye and led me to this posting. Dick (one barely concealed, one fuzzed out here) and ass. Black and white. Muscles. Plus a pair of icepick-erect nipples. Something for everybody. (The full photo in my 4/5/20 AZBlogX “In the fantasy locker room”)
You don’t often get to be the object of four industrial-strength cruises at once. (On cruise faces, see my 7/19/18 posting “Get your cruise face on”. And on those nipples, see my 2/25/17 posting “Displaying your nipples”, with its section on nipple erections.)
More News for Penises. About three men who make a living by “bodywork”: Jack Vidra, Seth Fornea, Hayden Clark. About their penises as the driving elements of their livelihoods; their penises as cultural and aesthetic objects; and especially about their penises as elements in their presentations of self.
It’s a lot of dick, all of the time, and thoroughly unsuitable for kids and the sexually modest. Most of this material appeared first in my AZBlogX posting earlier today, “Vidra Fornea Clark” (though actual dicks don’t appear here, to satisfy WordPress modesty).
Here at Ramona Electronica, the cartoons have been piling up haphazardly, making awkward barriers to even the smallest simulated movements around the labyrinth of virtual rooms. So now, a modest effort at house-clearing — to celebrate March 15th: Higashi Day, formerly known in these parts as (spring) Removal Day, marking the day when, for roughly 10 years in the fabled past, Jacques and I set off to car-trek east, from Palo Alto (and Stanford) to Columbus OH (and Ohio State).
(Its winter counterpart is December 15th, Nishi Day, marking the send-off for the corresponding trip west, from Columbus to Palo Alto.)
I note that, ominously, March 15th is also — oh, Julio! — the Ides of March, but that the preceding day is that edibly mathematical event Pi Day and that only two days later comes the spring green of St. Patrick’s Day (which J and I experienced annually on the road in northern Arizona).
The inaugural Higashi Day cartoon is by Harry Bliss, in the March 9th New Yorker. But first — surely you saw this coming — a note on compass directions in Japanese.
